Dad Faces Child Abuse Charges Over 9 Year Old Son’s Shocking Rap Videos


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Lil’ Poopy is 9-years old and lives in Massachusetts, but he’s got more money and swagger than a drunk kitten. The problem is that his swagger is tied to a rap career in which he waxes on about cocaine, sex, and machine guns. Oh, and then there’s the slapping of the grown women’s backsides in his rap videos. More »

Kanye West Takes Swings At Justin Timberlake & Beyonce In Latest Public Rant


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Noted irrational blowhard Kanye West decided to go on a bit of a tirade in front of his audience at London’s Hammersmith Apollo Saturday night (2/23). The topic of his little rant?  Just how hard it is out there for a wildly successful, internationally known performer. More »

Vogue Covergirl Beyoncé Calls Daughter Blue Ivy Her “Homey,” Is Basically The Best Mom Ever


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Just when America – nay, the whole of Planet Earth – thought we collectively couldn’t love Beyoncé any more than we already do, the singer has brought out The Big Guns We Didn’t Even Know Existed in the March issue of Vogue.

Prepare to feel inadequate and mediocre, normal human womens! More »

Your Guide To Last Night’s Super Bowl Commercials: The Good, The Bad, And The GoDaddy Ugly


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The Super Bowl is over. Beyonce‘s boobs stayed where they were supposed to during the Halftime show (and she kicked ass), someone lost their electrical engineering job, and the Baltimore Ravens won.

I’m only able to report any of that as a first-hand account because I tuned in (like many of you) to watch the commercials. Some made me laugh, some made me cry, and some made sure that I would never, EVER buy the featured product. More »

Beyoncé Answers The Haters By Throwing Down At The Super Bowl, Announcing World Tour


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So in case you were one of the, like, FIVE whole people on the planet who didn’t catch Beyoncé’s performance last night during the Super Bowl Halftime show, you missed quite the fiery, inspired spectacle. In what could be best described as the song-and-dance equivalent of a z-snap, Beyoncé – cradled between two glowing, Rubin-vase-like female profiles suggestive of her I CONTAIN MULTITUDES-esque womanly power (or something) – strutted, shook her boo-tay, and, lest it for even one second ever be doubted, SANG HER FREAKING ASS OFF LIVE, SUCKAS. More »